He was There and I Tried?

I can salvage a conversation with my mouth shut

Head f**k

Telepathic dump truck

Ill take out your thoughts if they hurt too much

Feel free to stare at me aimlessly

While your body language screams back at me

And I want to touch your face but its hard to reach

From this distant space left in between.

So why aren’t we talking

Images keeping walking

In and out of past, present, future they keep stalking

But I want to touch your skin so bad

But I need to keep walking

I didn’t take out your trash only added to your stash

Now I ran out of gas

 

Now I lied about my telepathy and your screaming loud back at me

You trusted I could dump your s**t when I have enough of mine to deal with

But I never lied,

When I said,

That I loved you

My heart and mind collided into some s**t I can’t undo.

 

I don’t wanna think about it I just wanna get down

Reviews

[John Stussy]

Seems to be about a romance that hit some trouble over baggage and a lack of communication. Both suck something fierce, never fun when those two things come bumbling into the mix to add countless complexities to reality. The silences they can cause grow rapidly to be vaster than words can reach, let alone a comforting touch. This was a pretty damned good poem, well written.

[Andrew Elliott]

nice job. Check out my post.

[Damien Davison]

A great release of your thoughts, nicely done!

[Starfruitanimal]

thank you sir !

[Andrew Elliott]

Truly; do me a favour and check out my story. All the best.

[Starfruitanimal]

ok i will!

[ghostwriter]

i love this work-
your intellectual development to bring in images into your poem simple shows how perfect your are.

great work

[Starfruitanimal]

thanks i appreciate it

[ghostwriter]

welcome